"The Drifter"

She packs the boat,
She's ready to go.
The rudder is set,
As the sail billows.
Where she goes,
No one knows.

Oh the freedom she must feel,
With her hands upon the wheel.
The waves crashing,
The taste of ocean spray,
Not one rule to obey.

But oh how lonely it must be,
So many nights alone,
Upon the open sea.

No one to enjoy the journey with,
No one to comfort her when she's sick.
She just keeps drifting...
Drifting away.

The drifter has no name,
The wind chooses her destination,
It chooses her fate.

If you meet her,
Savor that moment,
It will be gone before you know it.

To the drifter every place is the same.
New faces and new names,
No friends, no fame.

Back to the boat and off again,
The drifter has no home,
Why she travels no one knows.

Written by: Taylor Younker
August 9, 2009